So imagine my mirth when he described my sleeveless silk blouse. I have a cool summer blouse I wear for work: a little billowy with a ruffle: a little playful. Pretty.
I was still wearing it when he floated home from work.
Hey, I really like that, he said. What’s that, I asked.
Your Tarzan outfit.
I saw myself swinging through the jungle, holding fast to a vine, clothed in Ann Taylor from the mall.
Huh? I asked. How is this blouse like Tarzan?
He pointed to my bare arms.
Because I can see your arms, he said.